“No thinking about another woman while you’re with me,” Zhou Lihua said as she pulled him into another kiss. “I’m.” She kissed him.” The only.” Peck. “One.” Another kiss. “You should.” She kissed him again, and this time, she drew it out for as long as he could. Wu Jian thought she was trying to suck his soul from his body. “Be thinking about.”
“You’re right,” Wu Jian murmured against her lips. “Don’t worry. There’s no one else on my mind right now.”
“That had better be the case.”
Zhou Lihua seemed tired of sitting up. She pushed him down until he was lying across the carriage seat, then laid on top of him. Wu Jian was glad she had hampered his mouth with her own. Her full breasts were pushed into him, ready to spill out of her alchemist robes as they squished against his chest.
She’s not wearing chest bindings…